Young Master Wang was so angry that he turned around suddenly, pointed at Lucas Shen with a ferocious face and yelled: "You northern B@st@ard, who the hell are you? It's none of your business whether I have money or not." As soon as Lucas Shen spoke, he could tell that Lucas Shen was from the mainland.
When he saw Lucas Shen's cheap clothes, he suddenly sneered and said sarcastically, "I don't know how a poor guy like you got in here." Then he looked at Han Zimei and said, "You brought him in, Sister Mei, right? Do you have such bad taste? Why do you bring all kinds of people here?"
Han Zimei's face became more and more ugly. Given her current status, she really didn't care about offending this young master, but it would be bad if the young master took his anger out on other people, so she kept suppressing her anger.
Seeing what Han Zimei was about to say, Lucas Shen patted her shoulder, looked at Prince Wang and said, "You just said that you won several million in Macau. It seems that you are very proficient in gambling."
When he heard about gambling, Prince Wang smiled proudly: "I can't say I'm an expert, but I've studied it a little bit."
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